The 38 Special / Charlie Daniels 4th of July Volunteer Jam
The golden ticket to the 4th of July Volunteer Jam is directly to the left. This pass enabled me to take pictures of the crowd in Blue Ash, Ohio. I later found out that my friends and I were not allowed to be on stage for the festivities because it distracted from the main attraction. The main attraction being 38 Special. Prior to being removed from the main stage, I managed to snap quite a few choice photos of the crowd.
I am not an elitist, by any means. I would gladly attend a Southern Rock gig just as much as I would any other Indie Rock or concert by a celebrated musician. That’s pretty much my disclaimer and I will stick by it. At this concert, I felt like a field sociologist taking pictures for National Geographic magazine. I watched as the mass of humanity swarmed appropriately for 38 Special. I also wondered whether musicians view the crowd below as a bunch of mutants, or peons beneath them. Many of those questions are still buzzing around in my brain. The only thing left to do now is to present the pictures. Enjoy, and feel free to post other observations that I might have missed.
This being the 4th of July, patriotism was quite rampant in Cincinnati.
Not your typical concert garb, but I’ll cut people some slack. It WAS the Fourth.
Although at a concert of this magnitude, I usually find the following garb more appropriate.
ARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Apparently this is a very refined attendee judging by his vino shirt!
Prior to the show, the anticipation builds. The fans begin to get antsy.
Rock and Roll, at last!!!!!
The next pictures represent the ultimate in Southern Rock adoration. Check out the trio of ladies in the front. You can tell when they reached their moment of bliss.
Bliss!
After we were kicked off the stage after drawing attention to ourselves, we were left to wander the crowd. From the vantage point of the lawn, 38 Special attained a new kind of meaning as we were left to join the crowd. The concert continued to rock and roll us into the night.
Poor little Pointdexter had no one to talk to, and no free swag to give away. He was in the smooth jazz booth at a southern rock festival.
What a tremendous occasion, and what a way to celebrate the birthday of our fine, fine nation.
Does anyone know of any concert experiences that were finer than this?
g.
-
Scotty
